Czwartek 28 Maj 2009, 11:23
A poem, part of the script of a film.
THE SONG OF THE ROSE.
A bead of dew sits on the roses bloom,
enraptured by the sweet perfume,
and like the jewel in the lotus, feels the bliss
and warmth of dawns wet and tender kiss.
The bead shines like rain on a ladys mantle
I awoke at dawn to collect a handful,
to grace you with a string of pearls,
made from mornings joyful tears.
But as I entered the wild rose glade
a most surprising discovery was made,
the roses bead comes not from above
but from within,…